VS. Delia

After Drowzee knocked on the door, it took a moment for him to hear the quick shuffling of steps as someone descended from upstairs. The person seemed in a hurry, fumbling and almost falling before finally reaching the door, taking an audible breath, and opening it.

Before the woman could show any surprise at his presence, Drowzee had already started moving his hands in circles, preparing his move. All it took was a single instant, and the moment their eyes met, his hands glowed with an ethereal, pink energy. Delia’s eyes immediately clouded, becoming hazy and vacant.

She was hypnotized.

The tapir-pokemon knew there should be a Mr. Mime around. He even thought the Pokemon would have been annoying to deal with. To his surprise, though, there was no sight of the creature. Hence, with motions as well as his mind, he asked the woman by his side.

“Mime… is… with Daisy.” Her speech was fragment by her hazy mind, but still coherent enough.

Drowzee was satisfied with it, and didn’t care about whys. It was better this way, too. Therefore, stepping forward, he closed the door behind him, his eyes scanning the childhood home of the man that had taken everything from him, making his rage become even fiercer.

Soon, however, he was staring at Delia.

He had seen her before, in photos. Onyx would often take some photos of her from his bed during the nights by the campfire. The young man didn’t go through fond memories, however. Drowzee could distinctively remember him unzipping his pants to then stroke his cock, groaning and jizzing all over the pictures.

Onyx had desired her in a way one would not desire their own mothers. Drowzee didn’t condemn him for that, though, but for all the others things he did instead. After all, even the pokemon could recognize Delia’s beauty.

The woman was in her early to middle thirties, having had a son before even being of age. She didn’t look the part, though. Her skin was flawless, and she didn’t show any traces of aging — like wrinkles. Her body was slender and curvaceous, although her breasts were not particularly big. Yet, despite her youthful appearance, it was the gentle motherly charm that made her irresistible.

A sweet smile danced on her lips as Drowzee led her around the house, grabbing her phone before climbing to the second floor. He took a look inside her room, noticing the bedsheets in a mess, before continuing to enter his trainer’s previous room. It was clean and organized, the woman probably having taken care of it while he was gone.

With a hand gesture, Drowzee motioned for the woman to sit on the bed — which she obediently did. He then walked to the nearby drawer, unlicked her phone and opened the cam, promptly starting to film before positioning it on the drawer.

It was time to start his ****.

With slow but vigorous steps, Drowzee walked toward Delia. Despite what was coming for her, she stood silently waiting for the pokemon’s order, willing to do anything he asked of her. The tapir had to admit he found it hot, and, for the first time, he felt a fire spread through his groins, his member throbbing and stiffening at the thought of what came next.

Delia’s surprise at the thick, seven inches long cock is visible even through the hypnosis. Drowzee enjoys the sight for a moment, positioning himself in a way that the camera can catch everything — the shock, the pent up lust, and the lack of resistance in Delia’s eyes. He felt he’d go off just from imagining Onyx’s face while seeing the footage.

This was nowhere near enough for Drowzee, though. Standing in front of Delia, the pokemon knelt down, tugging at her shorts and indicating her to easen herself out of them. She did, slightly lifting her butt out of bed and swinging her hips left and right, enticing him further without even being prompted to do it.

The shorts soon came loose, and, to Drowzee’s surprise, he was met with the sight of her bare pussy. Shaved and wet, ready to go. The messy bedsheets in the other room become understandable; the missing Mr. Mime too. After all, Delia was a lonely widow whose only neighbors were a decrepit old man and innocent young lady. Without her son at home, there was no one to hold her back from satisfying herself.

But for today, she didn’t need to.

She’d still need to wait a little longer, though. For the sake of properly torturing his trainer, Drowzee would not allow himself to jump straight in to the main dish. Getting up, he positioned himself behind the brown-haired woman this time. He wanted to sit by her side, but his arms were to short to knead her breasts in that position.

Fortunately, that was not as hard from behind her. He met no resistance as he pulled her thin, white blouse up, throwing it to the side afterward. Unsurprisingly, Delia was not wearing a bra, probably having played with her breasts just earlier. Therefore, with his arms stretched over her shoulders, Drowzee reached for her beautiful mounts.

“Mnh~♥” Delia moaned as his hands started to massage her breasts, her face becoming even more flushed.

Drowzee could feel his lips part into a lascivious smile, his eyes fixed on the camera as he continued to squeeze the woman's bare breasts, caressing his fingers around the soft, tender skin, and pinching and twisting her pink buds — Delia’s moans becoming louder and more pronounced with each rough caress, her breathing becoming unstable and ragged over the following minutes.

Eventually, however, Drowzee got bored of squeezing her soft breasts and pressing his hard cock against her back — smearing it with his fluids. With a slight push of his, Delia laid on her back, staring at him with glossy eyes and a bewitched expression. Her rosy lips were parted slightly and her breath now tickled against his balls.

To Drowzee’s happiness, Delia was just tall enough that a sixty-nine position was possible with his small body. So, wasting no time, he positioned himself over her, his massive cock pressing against her supple lips before, with a wet plop, diving straight in. Delia gagged and flinched as Drowzee had to push his penis three inches in before her nether region was at tongue’s length.

She was undoubtedly into it, though, for her hands soon reached for his legs, encroaching upon his butt and pushing him deeper inside her mouth. Drowzee shuddered as his prick hit the back of her throat, Delia gagging again as it was pushed further down, and then lashed out with his tongue — teasing her hard clitoris and sending her into a shivering and whimpering frenzy.

Drowzee’s tongue went up and down Delia’s slit, tasting her overflowing nectar, before pushing its way inside. Meanwhile, the woman twitched under him, feeling the pokemon push the remaining inches of his massive dick down her throat in a single thrust. Yet, before she had time to get used to it, he pulled his hips back, and then forward, and then back — face-fucking her with a single care.

The tapir-like pokemon could feel Delia’s grasp on his ass tighten, her nails digging on his flesh as she tried desperately to breath. He didn’t stop, though. Her whimpers mixing together with the splashing noises of his cock ravaging her mouth as foam escaped through the edges of her fuck-hole as well as her nose.

“MMmhh~♥” Delia purred faintly, almost inaudible. ‘Mnnnmh!’ She continued to moan, the pain and pleasure bringing her to a climax.

Drawzee felt her body twitch and arch under him, his weight negligible to the adult woman. She squirted, sending her warm fluids squishing on his face and in the direction of the cam. And with that, the pokemon felt himself being pushed over the edge too, his hips buckling in a last, forceful thrust as he release his burning hot cum inside her stomach.

When he pulled out, Delia grasped and coughed, her pale, almost bluing face returning to its usual color. Her once angelic and motherly features were now smeared with his thick, smelly fluids — only making her more bewitching in Drowzee’s eyes — and had become a perfect piece of the footage.

However, if Drowzee’s stiff member was not enough indicator, his lascivious expression was — he still wanted more, and Delia seemed more than willing to help him with that. The pokemon didn’t even need to say anything, or order him to do it. As he sat on the edge of the bed, breathing roughly after the exercise, she stood up and walked in front of him, facing the camera.

Delia swirled her hips from left to right, enticing him as she looked over her shoulder. The desire in his eyes seemed to satisfy her, for she giggled softly, before positioning the entrance of her pussy against his throbbing cock. Aware of her plans, Drowzee placed his hands on her hips, and waited for the woman to take the lead.

And she did.

Delia moaned, throwing her head back and letting her tongue roll out of her mouth as she pushed her hips down, spearing herself in the monstrous penis of her partner. She felt it split her in two, threatening to tear her insides apart, before it hit the entrance of her womb, sending a shiver down her spine. She groaned, her eyes rolling to the back of her head and her mind blanking for a moment.

Nonetheless, she continued to instinctively move up and down the pillar impaling her. Her movements were strong and heavy as she tried to push Drowzee’s dick even further inside; each time the head of his cock hit the entrance of her womb, a thrill she had never felt before coursed through her body, making her hairs stand on end.

“Ahm, yes… harder, harder~♥” She begged, her fluids leaking from inside her and dripping to the ground despite the fat phallus pistoning her.

Drowzee saw no reason to not giver her what she wanted, and started to move his hips alongside her. Her butt cheeks jiggled with each forceful thrust of his, her own movements becoming even more ferocious.